Dreamt the pipes were growing like weeds

Last night I'm tuning a church organ and the pipes start sprouting out of the floorboards, climbing the walls like ivy, each one buzzing a note I've never heard before. The priest is annoyed because it's ruining his sermon, but I keep telling him this is what the building actually wants to sound like. Woke up with the feeling that I've been fighting the wrong battles for twenty years.